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me.”
    She retreated to the bed, the smile on her face letting him know she enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. She wanted to play? Fuck it. Game on.
    With a confidence he was far from feeling, he leaned against the wall and cocked an eyebrow in a similar manner. He couldn’t control the blood flowing south, but he maintained his best nonchalant expression. She made it hard on him, standing by the bed and teasingly undoing the laces that held her corset together. Once they were unfastened, she locked gazes with him and drew the lacy material apart to expose her breasts.
    He sucked in a breath. Fuck, she was beautiful. Full, pink-tipped breasts sat high over her sculpted rib cage. Even her damned belly button was a thing of perfection.
    “Sure you don’t want to join me?” She ran a hand over her breast and squeezed the tip. “It’s much more fun when there are two of us.”
    His nostrils flared, and he caught a whiff of her arousal, tinged with vanilla, musk, and a hint of spice. Tension coiled in his limbs, and his tenuous control slipped even further. He was glad he’d crossed his arms. It hid the tremble in his fingertips. “I’d rather watch from over here.”
    “Suit yourself.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter before unzipping her pants and sliding them down her long legs. The sight of her in nothing but a pair of red thong underwear nearly undid him.
    Celeste settled onto the mattress and slid toward the pile of pillows. She arranged them behind her spine and sat with her legs splayed apart, allowing him a glimpse of the damp spot on the crotch of her panties. He swallowed hard, his throat dry and scratchy. Would she really continue the act?
    “Last chance.” Celeste traced a palm over her rib cage and across the slim, golden expanse of her belly. She toyed with the elastic band below her navel, teasing beneath the edges with her fingers.
    Micah bit his lip and tasted blood. The room took on a green glow. He didn’t fight the wolf’s urge. It would be easier to watch in night vision than brilliant Technicolor. A tiny thread of restraint kept him from pouncing. Last time, Celeste had been bold, but nothing like this. Better yet, now she was stone-cold sober. Sure, she may have drunk vodka earlier but his advanced sense of smell picked up nothing but faint remnants.
    He kept his spine firmly against the wall and gazed at the beautiful sight before him. His fingers continued to tremble with the need to touch her.
    With a sigh, Celeste removed her hand and sat up. “Seriously, Micah? You’re going to make me beg?”
    Begging would be nice, but it wasn’t his intention. “I stayed over here for self-preservation. You’re dangerous.”
    She reached for her panties, but he stopped her with a harsh spoken word, “Don’t.”
    She paused with her hand extended toward the garment. “Why not?”
    “Stand up.” He enjoyed the thrill of knowing she was at his mercy, no matter how fleeting it may be.
    She reached for the panties again, but he took a step forward. “Leave them.”
    “But…”
    He took another step. “Leave them, Celeste.”
    Heat flashed in her gorgeous eyes a moment before she did as he commanded and got to her feet. In nothing but a thong, he could see every dip, every curve, every flawless inch of her. Golden, perfect skin stretched over a frame that was lithe and slender. “Turn around.”
    She pivoted, and he bit his lip at the sight of her rounded ass. The red lace cut between the plump cheeks of her backside and made him want to trace the length of it with his lips. Celeste glanced at him over her shoulder and gave a coy smile. “Like what you see?”
    “Bend over.” His voice came out rough and gravelly.
    She tossed her hair before bending over and placing her palms on the mattress. Her ass in the air made his dick even harder than before. If he’d thought lust overruled his mind before, he’d been dead wrong.
    It would be a long night, and he planned to enjoy every